Unrequited
My heart is a trophy
but not the kind
that one desires
The kind that resides
in the bowels of the attic
whose figure begins to atrophy
Oh what an atrocity
how adored it once was
now never to be admired again
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My heart is a trophy
but not the kind
that one desires
The kind that resides
in the bowels of the attic
whose figure begins to atrophy
Oh what an atrocity
how adored it once was
now never to be admired again
A very, very nice piece. Short, but very sweet. How you have a rhyming word in all three stanzas that changes places is ingenious. Also, word selection is off the charts!
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